Beyond The Outline

The desks and chairs in the classroom are messy, and the students didn't tidy up before leaving.

Xu Sheng's lips hurt from being bitten by him, but he didn't dodge at all. Instead, he raised his hand to grab Shao Zhan's collar and pulled him to his side. The two were in the back row of the classroom, kissing unscrupulously.

However, at night, there are teachers on duty who will patrol the teaching buildings.

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps from far and near at the top of the stairs.

Xu Sheng gradually found some skills. Even when he was squatting on the desk, his legs still looked very long, his knees crossed shoulders, and a standard clothes hanger. He even voluntarily moved in and tried to stay in Shao when Shao Zhan was about to pull away. Zhan licked his lips: "I haven't kissed enough."

The two were in the back row of the classroom. Shao Zhan raised his hand and could touch the light switch on the side of the blackboard. With a "pop", the lights in the classroom went out.

"..."

Xu Sheng thought he would take him out to avoid the teacher, but Shao Zhan did not. They continued to kiss in the dark.

Because after the lights were turned off, the classroom and the night outside blended together, and nothing was visible in front of them, and the patrol teacher who came up from the top of the stairs could not tell when it would dangle to the door of Class 7, Xu Sheng heard the touch besides the touch on his lips. The sound of my own heartbeat.

When Shao Zhan pinched his chin, he asked, "Is it enough?"

It's quite exciting to do this kind of thing in the classroom.

Xu Sheng squinted and looked at Shao Zhanyin's silhouette in the dark: "What if it is not enough, go back and continue?"

Shao Zhan pulled up the hat behind him and put it over his head: "Don't cry and stop."

What Shao Zhan said was obviously another thing. This "crying" was not crying in the literal sense. At most, Xu Sheng's eyes flushed with a few swear words, and then he hummed and didn't want to care about him after he was cool.

"Helping" with hands or legs...I'm really tired.

Xu Sheng gave a "tsk", not admitting that he was so persuaded, he jumped off the desk with one hand, just in time for the patrol teacher to return to the dormitory before the seventh class.

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Qiu Qiu couldn't worry about the blackboard newspaper. The next day, he didn't even care for breakfast. He arrived in the classroom early, and there were two other members of the blackboard team with her.

Yuan Ziqiang: "Sister Qiu, don't blame yourself, it's me."

Tan Kai spoke of self-confidence. After painting, there was no self-confidence: "Sister Qiu, I'm sorry, it's all my problem that the blackboard in our class is like this. I am overconfident in my painting skills. It's me... "

Several people opened the door of the classroom as they said, Tan Kai was stunned, and then he turned around in the second half of his sentence: "Worried to the wrong shift."

"What do you want? I wrote about the second and seventh grade. Can I go wrong after a year of walking?" Yuan Ziqiang slammed Tan Kai away and was about to enter the classroom. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly withdrew, "Fuck me, I really took the wrong shift, this is not our class!"

Where can their class have such a beautiful blackboard newspaper!

Qiu Qiu's first reaction was also: This is not Class 7.

Immediately after a slow pat in my mind, I remembered the name that the teenager had filled in on the registration paper yesterday, and the casual and public voice: "I'll come."

She was stunned at the door of the class. The stars on the blackboard and the silhouettes piled up with various color blocks brought a strong visual impact. Compared with the painting in front of him, Tan Kai and the others were three years old. The level of children is not only Tan Kai, but the one with the best report on the blackboard is the sixth class next door. Three classes originally cited

The chalk drawing that I was proud of was still visible yesterday, but now that it has been compared, it has become a foil.

After a long while, Qiu Qiu said, "This is...the painting by Brother Sheng."

Tan Kai: "Do I know him?"

Yuan Ziqiang: "Who?! Is there any other brother Sheng in our class?"

Qiu Qiu: "..."

It hasn't been selected yet, and the fact that the blackboard newspaper from Class 7 is so **** good has spread throughout the grades.

There is no suspense in the selection.

The first place in the Blackboard News Evaluation: Senior Second and Seventh Class.

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The whole year was shocked by this incident, especially the class 6 students who had laughed at the poor report on the blackboard of Class 7 yesterday.

"Damn, what happened last night?"

"Class 7 is up?"

"Yesterday I still said that Class 6 will definitely win..."

The client Xu Sheng didn't care about the final result at all. Because he painted too late yesterday, he spent several nights for the exam and slept for a whole morning for self-study. Before he got down, he saw his classmates in the front row staring at him motionlessly. Xu Shengkun had a bad temper when he was sleepy: "Is there something wrong? I'll talk about it when I wake up."

The classmates in the front row turned back silently, and said to their heart: Their seventh class is indeed open, and the name of the student is called school bully.

When Xu Sheng woke up, half of the first chemistry class had passed, and the selection of the blackboard newspaper before the class had already ended.

Shao Zhan gave him the notes he had copied down, and by the way notified: "Our class is the first."

Xu Sheng said "Oh", but didn't respond: "It's normal, I play it normally."

Shao Zhan continued to inform and said without emotion: "Qiu Qiu said thank you, and the literary and art committee of the class next door is crying."

Xu Sheng touched his nose and made the literary committee cry. This kind of thing happened more than once in his blackboard newspaper career: "...I said that it is troublesome to participate in this kind of activity. If it weren't for Qiu Sister being scolded, I would definitely not go. The committee members are men and women? Forget it for men, or for women, should I send a candy?"

Shao Zhan was troubled by Xu Sheng's attributes as a friend of women: "You give sweets, what are you going to say."

Xu Sheng thought for a while, and thought of an opening statement: "Let you let me next time?"

Shao Zhan: "..."

Xu Xiaoba's coaxing skills are indeed top-notch. If he really blocks people at the back door with a candy and leaves a sentence "let you next time", the next-door literary and artistic committee will be stunned and will not be able to recover from graduation.

After Xu Sheng was spreading out Shao Zhan's notes and intending to copy them, the man next to him stretched out his hand and took the notes back directly.

"...Hello," Xu Sheng said, holding a pen, tapping the desk with the penholder, "a few meanings."

Shao Zhan didn't speak.

Xu Sheng: "Brother?"

Shao Zhan said in a cold voice, "It's useless to call brother. I write notes on the blackboard and copy it by myself."

Xu Sheng put down the pen, there was nothing he could do, and he boasted: "The characters on the blackboard don't look as good as you."

"Fuck, don't give it away," Xu Sheng reacted quickly after speaking. He tugged at Shao Zhan's clothes corner.

Xu Shenghua’s blackboard newspaper was initially circulated in the school’s post bar, but in the end it was uploaded to the online platform. It attracted a wave of likes and a big tag: the blackboard newspaper of other people’s classes.

Meng Guowei knew about the cry of art committee members of Class 6 and not only the whole grade was shocked by their Class 7

Meng Guowei himself was also quite shocked: "We Ban Xusheng still has this amazing strength? Why don't I know?"

Meng Guowei: "I'm ready to take the countdown on the blackboard in our class."

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Tan Kai's third prize level for crayon drawing in kindergarten is really desperate. Meng Guowei initially watched the blackboard newspaper of Class 7 and thought about what grades the class would get this time. After only one glance, he was disheartened: Forget it, study is the most important thing. Things like blackboard newspapers are all clouds.

Meng Guowei was surprised, and within two weeks he received a call from Xu Sheng's mother.

With his keen sense, the woman's voice in these two calls was different from the past. When she talked about Xu Shengshi, her focus was also crooked, and she never asked Xu Sheng if she did anything unrelated to studying at school like she did before. .

Xu Yaping: "Hello, teacher."

Xu Yaping taught a piece of knowledge about art exams in Aunt Kang, and she also knew that if Xu Sheng's level honestly brought up the cultural class, there would be no problem with any school, which she never expected.

At the beginning, she wanted to understand through "Xu Zhan" that when she let Xu Sheng do what she liked, she didn't think so much, nor did she expect him to have such good results.

After letting go, she got the gift that fate gave her. I was even more worried about how much Xu Sheng would have missed if he hadn't let go.

Xu Yaping explained his intention: "That's it, Xu Sheng intends to take the art test..."

Meng Guowei: "?" What is art?

Xu Yaping: "Isn't it going to be the third year of high school right away? I want to tell you in advance that he has to go to the studio for training in the third year of high school, and he can't come to school. The situation is quite special..."

One month before the joint examination for fine arts, it is called the "training period". Candidates need to put aside the cultural class and go to the studio to participate in the training preparation test, intensive practice, improve the feel and technical level, in order to play the best level in the joint examination.

Meng Guowei had heard of the training camp, because the Liyang Second Middle School next door did just that. He had heard of the process of the art entrance examination more or less, but they had never had an art student in Linjiang!

Let alone in recent years, even if you push forward, you will not be able to find one since the day the school was founded!

After a brief shock, Meng Guowei quickly recovered his expressive ability and said, "I see, this and this situation is indeed special."

It's so special.

He was so special that he didn't know how to report to Director Gu.

After explaining the situation, Xu Yaping asked a few more words before hanging up: "Xu Sheng's mental state is okay recently?"

"There is nothing wrong, such as suddenly changing someone."

"Or suddenly say something inexplicable."

"..."

Meng Guowei heard these words just as he digested their first art student in Linjiang.

It sounds like a mental illness.

Xu Sheng is quite normal.

Is the mother's care for the child to this level now? Meng Guowei thought blankly.

After the blackboard newspaper incident, Xu Sheng's plan to take the art joint examination quickly spread throughout the office: they are about to welcome the first art student in Linjiang since the school was founded.

There has been a lot of discussion, and there is no lack of doubts in the discussion.

"Mr. Yang," a teacher in another classroom office said to the chemistry substitute teacher of Class 7, "Xu Sheng is the one you replaced.

Class? I heard that he is going to go to art, which is really amazing. Our school has never had an art student. "

Teacher Yang didn't like Xu Sheng in the first place. Even if Xu Sheng's learning attitude has been corrected this semester, he still cannot change this.

From the bottom of her heart, Xu Sheng went to "art"

There was prejudice in this matter, and she chuckled: "Want to take a shortcut. Although his score has improved a little now, it is almost impossible to go to a good school properly."

In addition to the teacher's discussion, there were also discussions in the corridors of the teaching building.

At the time of the exercise, everyone else had already gone to the playground. A few late classmates from Class 6 gathered together and walked towards the top of the stairs while talking. One of them said unconvincingly:

"Art students have low requirements for cultural courses. According to the algorithm, the same school, even if the scores of cultural courses are much lower than ours, can enter..."

"Fuck me, is that so cool."

"We have worked hard to review, can they still draw down points?"

Class 6 students had a stable win, and they were cut off by Class 7. Even if Xu Sheng is a school bully, it would not prevent them from chewing their tongues behind their backs: "I think Xu Sheng, if this score is still not enough, buy a school and go to school. No——▏https:\">Xuanhuan Literaturea>▏"

Their words came to an abrupt end here.

In front of them, the cold-hearted teenager just came down the stairs. He was holding a thin exercise book in his hand. When he was writing the question, he folded his sleeves up, revealing his thin wrists.

This master carries the title, and anyone who sees him must be convinced and shout: Learn God.

Shao Zhan was asked by the teacher to change the question alone. When passing by the group of six people, he didn't pass by directly, but stopped in front of one of them.

"What did you just say."

The tone is really not good.

It's so cold.

Even if Shao Zhan had the aura of learning gods in their eyes, the so-called aura of learning gods at the moment could not suppress the cold eyebrows of the young man in front of him. Just standing in front of him gave people a sense of pressure that could not be breathed. Without a response, he seemed impatient: "Can't understand people? How do you say it, say it again."